Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hokuto Shin Ken, artist - Napoleon Da Legend.
Date of issue: 12.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hokuto Shin Ken |
Stable genius with a rare point of view |
Rather short fuse always serving up some soul food |
Sold verbal jewels peeps in my circle knew |
I was surgical with facts to free us from servitude |
Close to the nations capital I learned to move |
Beyond the smoke and mirrors I had to discern the truth |
They want us dead or in jail |
They want us in debt and let these corporations set the bail |
Its a prison, information is the main resource |
Jacking up ingredients from the main source |
We gave these motherfuckers a pass though |
From divine being now we worshiping cash flow |
Anything for a position inside the matrix |
Took the knowledge from our ancient DNA and then erased it |
Trying to make us feel weaker when we the strongest |
Divide and conquer, we been suffering for the longest |
Killer bees with yellow vests got me yelling SOS |
You can try to kill us but our destiny’s to resurrect |
Looks like they got it sown don’t it? |
We can retrieve the throne and |
Turn the tables in the closing moments |
Victor Hugo with pen / always to shoot to win |
The sole inheritor of the Hokuto Shin Ken |
No longer victims, ain’t no lynching the lynchpin |
Got em binging ruin ya faculties like in Princeton |
Got a hole inside of my heart |
That I can’t seem to fill up for nothing |
I just try to play my part |
But Something from within keep callin |
Spark and light a torch in the dark |
And the walls around me keep falling |
Every good thing ends at the start |
They can’t stop me cause I keep evolving |
Weaponized joggers recognized the livest |
Sporadic postures like the troops in Bosnia |
Czechoslovakian boxers type discipline |
Vice militant robbing the rich to fill the fridge |
We ain’t having it, third world graduated |
Thrashing the most expensive rapper you can collab it |
Galactus, got the secret service trynna hack this |
You can’t enter my thoughts, my mind is too elastic |
Stand back, analyze reactions, slid him a 10 |
Oh shit, I passed the limit again? |
Yo the god of Gab multi color bomber jackets riding a dollar cab |
Only saluting those who acknowledge that |
Monastery rap before the monetary crash |
Took the pain of my people on my back and carried that |
To my very last breath and my last steps |
With a legacy that’s kept alive passed death |